From high upon a terrace,
above the Mediterranean Sea,
the view steals your breath,
from the breadth that can be seen.

Like a from a spring a tear forms,
the various greens of grass and tree,
the blues in ocean waves,
sets bottled up emotions free.

Creamy canvas  puffed out sails,
pushing wooded chestnut hulls,
the silver wake following behind,
being chased by laughing gulls.

The tray on the table,
adds to the scene so well,
mouthwatering olives and feta cheese,
such a tasty a glorious smell.

The goblet of red wine,
reflecting golden beams,
I had to pinch myself,
is this vacation or a dream.